Free You & Me Make Three: Barrington Billionaire's Series: Book Three by Jeannette Winters

Tomorrow I start looking for new employment.

Chapter Six

    S haun sat outside the two-family home. When Brittany-Lynn gave him Morgan’s address he thought for sure it was an error. No one at the company lived outside of Boston in an area like this. But once there, he saw why someone would love it. It was a rural neighborhood. People were out jogging and walking their dogs. There was even a freestanding basketball hoop on the sidewalk so the kids could play from the road. That was something he never had the opportunity to do growing up. Playing wasn’t allowed. “It is a waste of time and will only make you weak.” At least that’s what good old dad told us every day. There was a lot they missed doing. If there had been anyone playing, he might have been tempted to shoot a few too.
    There were no neighborhood games where he grew up. They lived in a very affluent area where kids were not seen or heard. It was all about appearances. Too bad no one ever realized what a fucked-up home we lived in. We had more money than God, but we might’ve been safer growing up on the streets. At least then there was a chance of not catching a beating, and someone might love us.
    No matter how bad it had been growing up, the one and only thing he was grateful for was his siblings. It wasn’t a happy home, but they at least were together through the bad times. Maybe it’s time we find some good times to share. He knew Brice and Dean had moved in that direction. He could see Zoey following their footsteps. Logan was so damn deep into his research with Jon Vinchi on whatever the next neurological surgical tool would be that he didn’t think the man even took time to sleep, never mind date. That only left Alex, who took nothing seriously, not work or women.
    Shaun never put himself into the equation. He dated frequently, but on a very casual/mutual understanding kind of way. No future. No commitment.
    It didn’t take long before people began to stare at the limo. It definitely wasn’t an everyday occurrence. He should’ve thought of that earlier. Before he could have the driver pull away, a gray Honda Accord pulled into the driveway. A woman, who looked like an older version of Morgan, got out and walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He saw her trying to pick up a case of water.
    Before he knew it, he was out of the limo and by her side. “Would you like some help with that?”
    She turned and smiled at him as though she’d expected him. How? We’ve never met before so why are you looking at me as though you know exactly who I am?
    “I would love it. Thank you. My husband usually carries in all the heavy items, but he was called into work for a water main break across town. I have no idea when he’ll be home.”
    And you’re telling a perfect stranger that you are home alone? Not wise. I could be some lunatic and hurt you. As he carried the two cases of water toward the house, he saw the limo out of the corner of his eye. The driver was leaning against the car, watching him. Yeah, he probably thinks I’m nuts right now too.
    She opened the door without even using a key and entered. No lock. What the hell? Did I enter a parallel universe where crime and dysfunctional families don’t exist?
    “The kitchen is straight ahead. If you could put them on the counter by the sink, that would be wonderful.”
    As he walked down the hall in the direction she pointed, he noticed the wall was covered with photos. He was getting to know them as each step brought him to more current ones. He quickly went to the kitchen, placed the water where she said, and headed right back to the hall. Something had caught his eye, and he wanted a closer look.
    Morgan. She was there with a ballet costume on and looked like she was in grade school. Cute. Then another with her in a cheerleader outfit probably in high school. Curvy even back then. Bet all the boys were chasing after her. There was her high school grad picture with her parents,